Manchester.

Oh well, here I am again. Need to catch up with some things now.

As you may have guessed, I actually kept my word and moved to sunny Manchester in the North-West of England in October last year. I’ve found a job in advance and a flat just 2 days after I got here.

I also got back on Tinder and my first Tinder date (just 2 weeks after I got here) turned out to be more than just a Tinder date. We kept seeing each other for 3 months until he asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend. I wasn’t quite sure. I mean, I liked him but was I ready for a relationship? Or more precise: was I ready to open up after almost all guys in the past acted like my heart is a fucking toy? I wasn’t. But I gave it a go anyway.

So, that was in January. In February we went out for our Valentine’s dinner (my first ever with a guy btw) and we had such a good time. It wasn’t love but it was fun. Since we share the same zodiac sign, I always kind of believed that we have that special connection. Turned out we didn’t.

2 days later (yes, TWO fucking DAYS) he called me, asked me what I was up to and then said we needed some space. We? Well, I didn’t. He did. No wonder when he kept making plans in advance, asked me to meet his friends and family on a christening in April and said we could go on holiday to Madrid some time. Well no fucking wonder he needed space.

At first I got mad, then I got sad, then I fucked him the day after. And then I got sad again. For too fucking long. It’s actually too complicated to count how many times we stopped talking and started again. It’s the end of August now and we’re not actually talking but nobody’s ignoring the other one either so that’s good.

In the meantime I went on 2 other Tinder- and one Instagram- date. They were all shit except the Instagram guy was cute. As a friend.

About a week ago I started talking to a guy I spoke to in 2015 again. Back then he just all of a sudden ghosted me (surprise, surprise). Turns out he’s in a wheelchair and he was back then as well. His dick is working though (I asked) so I don’t really care. He’s cute. And he’s ignoring me since Sunday (surprise, surprise pt II).

In conclusion: Not seen any dicks in 4 months.

There’s always better times ahead (it’s called the weekend. Cheers.),

A